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NEW RELEASE! - My Dream Job

My Dream Job

By Marcella Swann

 
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Publication date: July 14th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

Callie
He sees right through me. I like it. No, I crave it. His attention is like an opiate. It isn’t about the money. It isn’t about the power.

Then what? Even ask myself, I already know the answer.

He’s the summit of the mountain I can’t scale, no matter which tools I use. I would give him my body, but he tosses women away without a glance. I could offer my mind, but he’d play me like a well-fingered instrument. He’s mastered life and everything in it.

He holds the secrets. He is everything I want and cannot get for myself. I’ll find his weakness and when I do …

Alec
I’ve grown bored with success. The extraordinary has become my routine. Then she walked into my seminar and I felt the flame of challenge. I wanted her mind, her innocence, her body.

It wasn’t her youth, not even her siren’s body. It was the untilled soil of her potential that drew me toward her.

She was the only thing I could not buy, could not create and could not command. She was the supreme protégé; the urn to receive my carefully cultivated, highly sensitive awareness.
She sat there before me, willing and adoring.

Could I resist my urge to make her what I wanted her to be? Could I leave her richer for having been with me? Could I leave her … ever?

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Excerpt:

On Christmas morning I crept down the stairs to find Alec sound asleep on the sofa, his long legs hanging off the edge. I pattered quietly over to him and bent to kiss him on the cheek. He stirred, and I lifted the blankets to cover him from where he’d kicked them on the floor. “What time is it?” he muttered sleepily.

“It’s early, just after five.”

“Five? In the morning? What are you doing up?”

“Came down to check on you.”

Alec rolled to his back and his arms encircled my waist before I had a chance to react. “Come here, you.” He lifted me and sat me on his chest. I wore a sleepshirt with nothing beneath. His hands discovered that fact and slid beneath the silky fabric. “God, you feel good,” he said, running his fingertips over my breasts. My nipples responded, standing to attention. “Just beautiful,” he whispered.

“Alec as much as I hate to bring this up, you’re in my parents’ living room and Mom is due down those stairs at any moment. She’s an early riser.”

“So am I,” he said sleepily, his hand taking mine to move it over his crotch.

“Oh, my god, Alec.”

“Almost, but not quite. Can we be alone somewhere? Maybe in your bedroom?”

“Are you serious? Mom would kill me and then Dad would kill you. Walter is on the sofa in Dad’s study. You’re stuck with that thingbetween your legs until you calm it down.”

“Geeez,” he moaned as I scooted off his chest as though I was heading for the stairs. I quickly opened the front door and scooped up a handful of fresh snow. Before he could react, I scooted to the sofa and dumped the snow on his crotch.

“Oh, my god!” he yelped.

“Shhhh… you’ll wake everyone.”

“Jesus, Callie, you’ve ruined me.”

“Nah, you’ll recover. Now, be quiet. Mom won’t be up for hours. Get some more sleep.” I escaped his hand as he grabbed for me and quietly scampered back up the stairs, bound for the only bathroom in the house.

“Liar,” I heard him grumble behind me. I laughed.

The hot water felt good cascading over my head. I rubbed in the shampoo and gave myself a scalp massage. Tipping my head back for a rinse, I started when a hand slid over my buttock. “Ah!”

“Two can play this game, you know,” Alec said, stepping into the shower, naked and wrapping his arms around me.

“Alec, you can’t do this. Mom will be up any minute…”

“Is that what you tell all the boys?”

“What other boys?” I slapped away his hand as it crept between my legs.

“Surely there have been many; a girl as pretty as you?”

“I was a good girl.”

“Uh-huh, you are verygood.”

“Alec, seriously, we’ll get caught.”

“You’re over twenty-one, and I’m certainlyover twenty-one. What do we have to worry about?”

“I told you. Dad will kill you.”

“I’ll buy him a box of decent cigars and he’ll forget all about it.”

“Oh, so now I’m only worth a box of cigars?”

“That depends on how much I have to bribe your dad to leave us alone.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Oh, yes, it is,” he said, turning me toward him and lifting me by the waist. He kissed me, long and wet and then lowered me downward until he’d penetrated me. His staff was hard and even though there was little lubrication between us, he slid in easily to my depths. I let my head roll back and the hot water tingled my scalp as Alec slowly, but evenly moved inside me. His mouth was open, and I saw the water bouncing off his chiseled chin, making him look like he was drooling with desire. I loved the image and wrapped my legs around his waist. He stopped moving and we stood that way a long time, the water rushing over us and him filling me with possession. “You’re mine, you hear?” he rasped. “No more of this foolishness. You’re moving back to the estate as soon as we get back.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

I leaned forward and gently bit his earlobe. “Think again,” I whispered and unclenched my legs. I kissed his hardness and kneeled before him, my mouth sliding up and down until he shuddered with release. His knees seemed to wobble so I took the bar of soap and washed him tenderly as he watched me at work. His eyes were possessive, serious and full of continued lust.

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Author Bio:

Marcella Swann has been putting words on paper for as long as she can remember. After working for years in the hard-boiled world of journalism, she how devotes her time to writing contemporary romances of strong-willed women who win the men of their dreams. As passionate about love as the beauty of a story well told, Marcella is a complete romantic and believes everyone desires their happily ever after. A small town girl from Louisiana, Marcella now lives in New York City and starts each day walking her Yorkie in the park. She also swings a mean kettle bell at the gym and loves karaoke nights with her friends.

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